TheBanyanTree: Awkward Moment #76

[LaLinda]

I would probably feel miffed, too.

I have noticed, as has everyone else, that some ppl just don't have a clue
about being thoughtful towards others.  This is why I used to urge Kevin to
encourage his boys to say hello to ppl who came into the house.  Unless he
wanted me to holla,

Andy!  Aunt Joan just spoke to you!

It could have been Ben.  Or both.

So, my kids, upon seeing a little sign at the door which says,

 Kindness Matters

freak and want to know why it's there. They are afraid I think they aren't
kind.

::sigh::

Nobody let's me get away with anything around here.

I just told them I liked it.

They were puzzled.  Well, Steve was, anyway.



On Monday, June 11, 2012, Monique Colver wrote:

> These aren't in any particular order, but they're numbered. Yes. I know. It
> doesn't have to make sense.
>
> Yesterday we returned home after a trip to . . . Portland, maybe? The new
> next door neighbors, a young couple, were outside, surveying their lawn. We
> don't have very big front yards, but we do have can quickly go to hell if
> no one pays attention, and given that they're new, no one was paying
> attention. Andrew wandered over to talk with them, and after I extricated
> myself from the car (not an easy task some days), I wandered over to. They
> were on the sidewalk at the end of their driveway, talking about grass
> seed, and as I got there Andrew said, "Do you have grass seed?"
>
> "I don't think so," said the husband (or he seemed like a husband, who
> knows).
>
> "I've got some you can have," said Andrew, who is always so helpful, "I'll
> get it," and he headed for our garage. The young couple headed for their
> garage, which was open, and stood there.
>
> And down on the sidewalk, I pretended to be interested in . . . . anything.
>
> But the only thing I was really interested in was why did everyone walk
> away when I got there? And by interested, I don't mean I was interested
> enough to ask them. "Hey! Why are you leaving me standing here alone?"
>
> I took stock of the situation, which was that I was standing at the end of
> the neighbor's driveway, and then I meandered back to my house, where I
> went inside and shut the door firmly.
>
> Perhaps the people next door, being so young, are under the impression that
> Andrew lives with his elderly mother, and everyone knows elderly mothers
> can be ignored.
>
> Or maybe . . . and this is just a possibility . . . maybe they can't see
> me. Maybe I'm like a ghost. Maybe the sun was shining too brightly and went
> right through me.
>
> Or maybe I should have followed them to their garage and engaged them in
> conversation. But I don't do that sort of thing because small talk is not
> my thing.
>
> My thing is participating in awkward moments and then writing about it.
>
>
> Monique
>


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